Saturday, May 31, 2008

There's always someone to talk to in the supermarket or clothes shops. He's pretty good company, and his taste in clothes is really quite advanced

When he wants only me to hold him or cuddle him (admittedly not that often, but it's nice to be wanted)

When he learns how to do something new, or learns to avoid my tricks ("what's that over there?" [raspberry on neck] )

Smiling and laughing at our private jokes

Dressing him in cute/hilarious outfits

Toys and kids' books

Being able to chat to just about anyone now about "kids" - first class small talk - I was having a thoroughly engrossing chat about breastfeeding and soreness with a strapping 24-year old (male) soldier just the other day

The smell of top-to-toe wash

Remembering words to nursery rhymes and songs

His expressions when he's chatting away to me about something hugely interesting, like a potato masher

There's always something to photograph

Things I dislike about having a Spawn:

Screaming fits. Two small words, that encompass sooooo much stress, despair, confusion, resentment, embarrassment and general pissed-offness

Poo (I really hate poo)

Not being able to sleep later than 6.30am, ever - late nights are embarked upon at your own risk

Feeling helpless and sorry for him when he's ill

Guilt when having to hold him still for jabs

Seemingly never having a minute to read or catch up on my Sky+

The horrible suspicion that it is going to be years before the Husband and I can ever go for a proper evening out together - cinema, leisurely meal, late drinks...in our dreams

Having to delay all my dream holiday destinations until we retire, and book 'family-friendly' holidays now. The Maldives may well be underwater completely, and Fidel's not going to wait for me.

The only songs I find myself humming now are either nursery rhymes or childrens' television theme tunes (All together now - "Yes, my name is Iggle Piggle...")

Losing stuff. I now get apoplectic if I can't find a particular dummy, or a muslin, or something equally insignificant. I have no idea why this has happened to me

On the whole, I would say that I'd recommend it to anyone. But is that just because I'm on the sinking ship, and I'm bloody well going to make sure I take as many other buggers down with me as possible? What you have to ask yourself is, do you feel lucky?